Granted, but I don't know Farenheits so well so I heat it to 80 Celcius instead. People who have basements to hide in survive, but all the plants and animals are dead. And the people who couldn't make it underground. Cooked corpses everywhere!

Granted. Every time you control a thought, you do the same thing. You make someone eat a giant log of poop filled with maggots and ants. You get poisoned and are sent to the hospital. You turn out fine, but after that day you've become obsessed with consuming poop. It becomes such a problem that you poop under the table at restaurants and sneak pieces onto your plate without others noticing. It's fine, since you control peoples' minds into not seeing the poop. But you don't either. As a result, you get withdrawal symptoms from the poop. You're sent into the hospital again. No one knows what the problem is. You get so angry at the doctor that you mind-control him to jump out of the 4th story window. The end.

I wish I didn't have a dull throbbing headache all day (even if it's better than the horrendous headache the day prior) and never got a headache for the rest of my life.

Granted. I spend all of my money trying to get there and become super broke. Now you have to live with me while I search for a job. I have terrible gas and one morning, after a considerably terrible night of gas, you die from air poisoning. I steal your house and turn it into a pancake brothel.